I made a joke once, strolling down a color-splashed hallway lined with pictures of children’s faces, which were decorated with smiles and sunlight. An almost celestial scene, if it wasn’t interrupted by the occasional nasogastric tube or bandage. This was a children’s hospital. Here, there were sick children, about whom there should be no jokes, especially from the likes of a medical student rotating through pediatrics as I was. I said to my classmate, “If I ever get sick, I want to be taken here.”